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An interesting dream I had last night involved the sun turning black. I vaguely remember entering the scenario but remember the scene vividly. All I remember is the sun turning from yellow to black and the climate turning cold. Nobody new what to make of it. Most of the clouds were also much lower than usual. There were strange spider like creatures coming up from the ground. They had a reflective and slimy surface but appeared to be no threat. They were easy to destroy by stepping on them. However, I thought of how creatures could adapt to live in harmony with them. It was just physically impossible to adapt so quickly. Then it gets more strange. A girl entered the scene. We were under a bridge holding hands. She wasnt keen on showing any kind of affection in public. Then Michael Jackson comes along. I started showing him some of my dance moves. He laughed and invited us into his secret basement. Thats as much as I remember. Weird huh!?!?

Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

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